DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux

This is the T version of this chapter. There might be an M version of this chapter under Malfoys and their Mates- Original.

About Harry

After Jeanie's mental reach, Lucius looked at Hermione,"Mimi, do you want to play Healer Pixie with Mommy Cissy's friends and with Sirius?"

Hermione stood up from her daddy's lap, pulled Draco down from Narcissa's, then stood by her Mom and tried to pull Harry down.

He resisted, he was firmly stuck to Jeanie and wasn't too keen on giving up a soft bosom. Jeanie's embrace had brought distant memories of a soft bosom and a hand on his head. He didn't want to move, and, finally he did so reluctantly. The unwillingness was duly noted by Thallia and Narcissa, as well as by Severus.

Snape thought of Lily holding little Harry, and a torrent of emotions came tumbling and threatened to make him cry. He hated Voldemort for not keeping his promise. Thus looking at Harry's eyes, he saw Lily and could not hate him. The poor child missed Lily as much as he did. Those relatives needed to pay.

The children were talking, and he had missed part of what Mimi was saying.

"Yes, I'll be Healer Pixie and Traco and Arry can be the helper pixie wizards; she had two, Light and Shadow." That must have been the tail end of her statement.

"Light is blond, and Shadow is dark like Arry." She was looking right into Harry's eyes.

But Healer Pixie didn't need Shadow yesterday, so why today?" Draco complained, and held on to Mimi's hand, trying to drag her away from Harry.

She turned around like a flash, "Dear, he was playing the sick pixie, remembers?"

The playing part was heard by all the adults, and they all drew the same conclusion; the children were still unware of the significance of healing Harry. Grant jumped in, not knowing any of this magic business.

"Mimi, sweetheart, that is a great idea and why not? Perhaps Healer Pixie has more healing power with more pixies helping her?" He offered the idea, not only to the Pixie in question, but to the others.

"Maybe...hmm, you could be right, I say we give it a try," Severus agreed with the concept. He looked around and saw the heads going up and down.

They all headed to the upstairs rooms, where Remus and Sirius had gone to check on the Lestrange's. Sirius felt a strange bonding with them, probably a result of almost dying together, and now that he knew they were as much victims as he was, he felt a kinship with his fellow-brothers-in -prison.

-At Privet Drive

Petunia's worries worsened; it had been a couple of days without a word from Vernon. Although she was unhappy about his hiding the money, she was, nevertheless, concerned. She had tried getting out the house and to call Vernon's sister, but the phone didn't work; neither did the doors and windows, they were locked inside the house.

Around 6:00 A.M. she heard a noise, it came from the bedroom window, hence she got up to look. She tried to open the window, and, surprisingly, it opened. Vernon immediately tried, really hard, to get in, so Petunia pulled him with all her strength.

Trying to get Vernon thru the smaller window, wasn't easy. It was akin to trying to squeeze the filling inside a 'too small' sausage casing. After much sweating and pulling, Vernon was finally in; unfortunately the force created by the pulling and the sudden release, propelled his body inside the room with the force of uncorking a champagne bottle, nearly squashing Petunia.

As soon as he was in, the window closed on its own. All at once, an alarm sounded around the house, and they heard a noise by their fireplace. They could hear loud steps approaching the room, but Petunia's body was still trapped by Vernon's, and he was unsuccessfully trying to get up...Minutes later the house was empty.

At the Manor's Guest Rooms.

Lucius arranged for the Lestrange brothers to be moved a visitor's room in the west wing. He didn't want the children in the hidden part of the Manor.

Muctis was ready and waiting for them. Severus had come ahead to warn them of the children's arrival. It was unfortunate that Rodolphus was out and could not understand a thing.

Sirius wanted to refuse the help, but his body was ravaged by disease and could use help to feel better. Still, he wasn't keen to have Lucius inside his brain, but so be it. He had seen the miracle with Harry and would not mind to have one of his own.

Lucius was the first inside the room; he was carrying Draco, who was not one bit afraid. Although he knew that the Lestrange's were his uncles, he didn't know them. Predictably, once he saw the sick men in bed, he became a little afraid, squirmed to get down and ran to Sirius' bed, to be with his big cousin.

Earlier, Sirius had a relapse on his way up to the room; he was in better shape but still not well. He was resting on his bed. Of course, he understood that his healing was more for a test but was happy nonetheless. He bent and picked up his little cousin; it made him happy since he was growing fond of the little wizard. Draco kissed and rubbed noses with him, and satisfied, he stretched by his big cousin.

Serpens and Thallia came right after and took a seat, closely followed by Cissy. She kissed Rabastan on both cheek; after a cursory check, she decided that he looked worse than yesterday. She suspected it was related to his concern for his dear brother.

She couldn't stand looking at Rodolphus. Her eyes filled with of tears. Moreover, she tried her best not to look at him because she could feel Lucius sharp eyes on her. She knew that his hungry lovemaking had been related to this.

Her heart was more than troubled, she didn't doubt her love for Lucius, and the thing was that she was hearly sure that sheno longer loved Rodolphus as her wizard but as a dear friend. She was also ashamed to see what Bella had done to ones close to her heart. She couldn't understand how Bella had given herself to the dark and hurt so many people on her wake. What she had done to the Longbottoms made her sick, and made her believe Bella was no longer her sister, and instead a monster lived inside of her.

► ◄The answer to Harry's Question► ◄

Grant and Jeanie were dragging. Mimi had to go to her room and get the Healer Pixie book. She asked her father to read the 12 pages to Harry in order to make sure that Harry fully understood his role in the 'pretend' healing.

Grant was carrying Harry and holding the book at the same time. It wasn't difficult since Harry was light as a feather. Once again, Grant felt a growing anger against those who had starved and beaten this child so badly. He could feel the waves of an incoming rage, just like the ones that had, in the past, made him into a killing machine.

Although he disliked the killing Grant persona, those monsters deserved their fates; just as the one who had given the child to them. How could anyone commit such a crime, even one of omission? How many times had anyone checked on this little one? It was incomprehensible.

As they approached the room, Harry gathered all his courage and prepared his burning question. He had wanted to ask it all morning, but was reluctant since he understood that Sirius was his godfather, as wished by his parents, and he didn't want to offend him.

Since they were alone, he knew that it was either now, or not until much later. The lady who talked to him at night, had told him to ask the question to those he chose for parents. She'd also said, that she was sure Sirius wouldn't mind, or if he wanted Sirius or Remus that was also okay.

The thing was that what he really, really wanted, was a mommy; he wanted it more than anything else; and Jeanie's embrace had clenched the decision in his little heart. He wanted to be loved and called my son and my baby. He knew it wasn't polite to ask, but he wanted all of that for himself...

"I want to know somefing sir." he peered into Grant's eyes. Grant closed the book, and Mimi and Jeanie paid attention. Harry's voice had a sense of urgency.

"Yes son, but first please call me Dad, it is all right with me, or if you prefer Uncle Grant, not sir," he put the book inside his cardigan's pocket, held the child closer to his body with both arms, and rubbed his back a little, just like he did to Mimi, and he knew that she liked it very much.

"It is rude, but Mimi's mommy, s—" he hesitated and was afraid to say more. His little heart was beeping very fast and his belly was hurting, this wasn't a good idea. Maybe they were sick of him, and thought that he was a real freak.

Jeanie looked at Grant and made signs for him to stop walking, they stopped. Grant asked again in a low and loving voice, "Son please tell me, I won't think it is rude. I know you don't know us much, and I am not even sure if I can explain, but it is true, we all love you very much. We won't think your questions are either rude or impolite."

Grant could feel the little boy's body trembling and could hear the heart thumping inside his skinny chest.

Harry decided to go ahead and asked, "If you want, could I be your little boy, yo..yours and Mimi's mommy?" He was very red, even his ears, and tears started coming down his cheeks. He was suddenly afraid that they would spank him, like the day he asked Aunt Petunia to be his mommy; maybe, they would even send him back. No, Sirius would not let that happen. He felt very cold, and his body started shaking.

Grant and Jeanie's emotions were visible; they both were overcome with something that was threatening to cut their breathing, and they were unable to utter a sound.

Their lives had been privileged, and they had always taken it for granted; namely, their marriage, their love, their home, their possessions, their loving families, their education, their child, their wealth, their health, and even their looks. And, let's not forget that they were alive and together. The though of Harry's parents, killed by a monster and having to leave their beloved baby to be mistreated, made it too real, too close to home.

And to have such a precious child asking them to be their son was too much. It could be their sweet Hermione in this situation, it could be their child asking some parents to love her as if she were theirs. It made them confused, hurt, and ashamed. They should have asked the child on their own, they have both felt his hunger for a family and to be loved.

Harry was panicking, it had only been but a few seconds, but to him, hours had gone by. He was freak and nobody would want him. Asking nice people that he didn't even know to be his mommy and daddy, oh no, they were going to lock him and beat him.

He wanted to run but Mimi's daddy, Mr. Granger, was holding him so tight. Maybe, he wasn't mad, and he relaxed a little, maybe, things would turn out right. It was as if rays of hope touched and lessened his angst. Ah, he wasn't mad, he was still rubbing his back a little, and it felt just right. He relaxed a little more, and his tears stopped.

Hermione pushed her way down and ran to her dad. He went down on his knees, and Mimi held on to Harry, who was still being held by Grant, close to his chest. Grant just couldn't let the child go, he wanted to transfer the great love he felt for him right at that moment, and Grant rested his chin on top of the small, messy-hair head after he kissed his head.

Jeanie stepped forward and also went on his knees, stretched her arms and held the two children and Grant in an tight embrace, or as close as she could with her shorter arms. The candle light flickered on the small group, the group frozen in a circle of love. They stayed silent for a short while; while nobody noticed the magic floating all around them.

"Arry, my mommy and daddy tells you to call them Daddy and Mommy if you wants to. I want you to live wif me and I'll be your big sister. Hmm, I am older and you are my little brotter, okay? "

Grant and Jeanie smiled at the last remark. Hermione was a bossy and assertive little thing. In one sentence, she had extended her welcome to the family and staked her claim to elder child's rights. She was gently letting him know that she was the older and the ruler. The struggle had begun.

"Yes, Harry if we are allowed by those who can decide. Of course, we want you to be our son. So let's find out what can be done. For now, let's say it will all work out; just call us mommy and daddy, or father and mother, whatever you like better. And your father here was right, we both love you even if we just met. Thank you for asking" Jeanie told him with a voice chocked by emotion.

She knew sometimes the system was unyielding and was sure the Wizarding world was just as bad, but she hoped. They had enough money, and their parents enough clout, and if not there was the group they all belong to. Surely that Lucius and Serpens could also help.

She had enough love in her heart for many children. At her maternal side of the family there had not been sons for ages, and the idea of a son warmed up her heart. Besides, she had already fallen in love with the little boy wizard, since the moment she had held him close to her heart.

Grant felt grateful for the honor the child had given them. He loved Hermione and a son would make him twice as happy. He had loved his father growing up, what a gift. This alone would make up for all the troubles the meeting at the park had started; they were really a small price to pay.

Harry couldn't shaking and smiling, he had a family. He wished that he could tell the Dursleys that he would have a very pretty and nice Mommy and Daddy, and even a big sister. And even better, nobody thought he was a freak, because there were lots of them, and he smiled at that thought. Harry wasn't sure if life could get any better and was very glad he had asked.

The silvery shadows following them held each other. They were finally at peace knowing their son had found loving parents.

When they arrived to the sick-room, Narcissa was puzzled when she looked at the family; what had happened? It was something to do with Harry, she couldn't figure it out. Oh well, later.

Severus felt a hand on his shoulder followed by a couple of taps, just as Lily used to do when she wanted him to notice something. He looked at Harry and how he held on to Grant's hand. They were all glowing, they looked like a family; and only for a second made him wish a family of his own. For a fleeting moment, he could smell Lily's floral fragrance and a smile came to his lips.

Something had happened amongst the Grants and Harry; it made him glad, and he would later find out what when they were ready to tell him.

Although Rabastan was lying down, he nearly jumped out the bed when Jeanie came into the room, and he also looked at Grant with puzzlement. Who was this woman? No, it could not be, this woman was a replica of Tante Mathilde, of her portrait at the entrance to the ballroom, in that portrait, she was around twenty. How, how could it be?

...A/N I hope this chapter made some of you happy.